My Jersey Cousin Jack And The Devastation of New Jersey

My cousin Jack is 2 years old, and his parents are my Uncle Brian and Aunt Tara. They live in Fanwood, New Jersey. My Dad was going to New Jersey to look at a job, when he thought he needed a driving companion, so he brought me to be the navigator. And when we arrived at our destination, it was 10:30 PM at night, so I didn't see Jack until the next morning. I slept in Jack's room so when he awoke he saw me and the first reaction was jumping, and, "Where's Emory where's Peter John?" But he just had me. And so we jumped.    

That day Jack went to play school while my Dad and I went to a town on the coast of New Jersey called Manasquan. It was hit by hurricane Sandy very severely. We went to see the work my Dad would have to do if he got the job. The town was crushed by Hurricane Sandy so badly, because there used to be 7 foot dunes on the beach, but now they' re in every house and restaurant on the beach. The water came up 5 to 8 feet in some houses, there used to be boardwalks everywhere but now just their supports are standing. There was one house that's  foundation was knocked right out from under it. The storm took away everything from the people of Manasquan. If I was in that hurricane I would feel devastated because I wouldn't have Christmas like almost every other person in the world.

Last night my Dad, Aunt Tara, Jack, and I went to a Sushi restaurant called FUGI and the sushi was the best. And the waiter adored Jack as much as I adored the sushi.  

       

A List Of Good Things About My Parents

1.) They love me a lot.

2.) They provide an education for me. 

3.) They put a roof over my head and place food on the table.

4.) They give me entertainment and toys to enjoy. 

5.) They do their best to pay attention to me.  

6.) They let me have a pet. 

7.) They do their best to let my brothers and I have a good Christmas.

8.) They teach me the gospel of the Lord.

9.) They sometimes give me something I don't deserve. 

10.) They pay me allowance even when they don't have money.  

11.) They take me to special restaurants.

12.)  They surprise me with things.  

   

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Flowers

The Blue Daze gazes at the pale sky.
Impatients as sweet as apple pie.
Lobelia, so blue and bold.
The Daylilly, with love, water it will hold.
Fern's wavy leaves look like fire burning bright.
The Camelia's leaves are as dark as night.
Begonia is so spirit-lifting pink,
A garden's so lovely; don't you think?

A Catch Of The Promise Creek

 Just as the Promise Land was filled with milk and honey, the Promise Creek is very plentiful with blue crabs, shrimp, oysters, clams, and many varieties of fish. The Promise Creek, a nickname I gave it, is a very small creek that has a sandy bottom. Its location is The Barn House. It runs under a bridge that connects two local islands of Wadmalaw.

The Barn House's dock goes to the creek and we use it quite often, so seafood is a usual meal of the house. "It's time to go to the dock!" At the Barn House, it's always time to go catch something. When the water's warm enough and low enough, my dad, mom, brothers, and I go walking in the creek on its sandy bottom.  With nets, we scoop up blue crabs and grab clams as easy as picking apples from a tree.

One of the best days I had in the creek was with just me and my dad. We caught 30 giant crabs and a bucketful of clams.  That night we feasted on crab cakes, crab soup and clam chowder for a mission trip farewell party for our friends Dave and Jen Carter.  Everybody devoured the food.

The cast net comes in handy when my dad and I are busy catching speedy groups of shrimp passing by the dock.  The skiff is my favorite when it's a fishing day because of the boat's live bait box and built in cooler for storing snacks and drinks.  Our kayaks are fun to go paddling on a hot day or to go fishing. The Promise Creek is awesome to me, and I hope it is to you as well!

The Barn House

The Barn House, owned by the Rudolphs, is on Yellow House Rd., Wadmalaw Island. We nicknamed it that because of its paint color red, its Connecticut barn shape, and its loft overlooking the front door and living room. That is my room. On the outside, there is the garden which holds two guinea hens and grows swiss chard, brussel sprouts, and collard greens, and at one time, sweet potatoes. Downstairs is where all the school supplies and toys are stored along with my loft and my brothers' trundle bed. The upstairs is the main place because everybody hangs out in it.  The kitchen is there, so it's the dining room as well as my parents' room.  Their room has a view of the driveway and the garden.  I really like the yard because it's almost the size of a soccer field, and we often play yard activities in it. The dock is down in the woods.  It is so long, you are tired by the end of it. I'm enjoying the Barn House while I have it!